The puppet's hair was only exposed for a moment, Xu Mei's eyes widened suddenly at a glance, and before she could confirm it carefully, it had disappeared without a trace.
Plus that phone...
Xu Mei quickly left the door of Xiao Li's room, she had a bold idea.
She didn't think about Xiao Li's ability to fight ghosts. How could ordinary people deal with ghosts? And Xiao Li looks like a young man. He goes to school every day, and he lives in Xiao's house without any trouble. A ghost hunter like Mr. Ye can't get in if he doesn't have a way out - what Xu Mei thinks in her heart is, Mr. Ye kept the ghost beside Xiao Li, not to kill him all at once, but to make him tremble in endless fear.
When she thought about it this way, the haze caused by Mr. Ye's disappearance had dissipated.
Xu Mei softened her voice, called her servant to bring a bowl of sweet soup, grabbed Xiao Ming's ear and taught her younger son to never approach Xiao Li again.
The lady's graceful back quickly disappeared under the stairs in the hall. Behind a rose in the vase, the puppet stared blankly at her with one eye exposed.
Xu Mei thought well, but soon, that night, she found out that the truth was not what she had hoped.
When the master of the Xiao family did not come back, she lived alone in the master bedroom.
The bed was made of soft and smooth silk, and the whole room was sprayed with fragrance that Xu Mei likes. She has always liked flowers and plants, and placed a pot of rare orchids by the bed.
She turned off the lamp and closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep.
Xu Mei usually sleeps well, but today, for some unknown reason, she always has a feeling of ups and downs in her heart. She lay upright on the bed for about ten minutes before opening her eyes again.
It's okay if she didn't open it, but when she opened it, she saw a shadow sitting at the end of her bed!
Because of closing her eyes for a long time, Xu Mei could vaguely see things in the dark.
"What the hell is this!" Xu Mei's chest heaved violently, she got up from the bed and reached for the lamp beside her.
But the doll moved. In Xu Mei's horrified expression, it grew bigger and turned into a life-size ghost, wearing a blood-stained school uniform, standing on the edge of the orchid beside the bed, burying its head. go in.
This time it was very close to Xu Mei, and the bloody smell spread. Xu Mei's scream was trapped in her throat, and she crawled in another direction with trembling hands and feet.
The figure didn't care about her, it just stood there, raised its head when Xu Mei ran towards the door, glanced at the door, and left the house.
Xu Mei had never experienced such a thing. Seeing the ghost disappear, she stumbled to the door and screamed, "Ah! Someone! There is, there is a ghost!"
—
Inside the room at the other end, Xiao Li was lying lazily on a chair with a piece of cake in his mouth, holding his mobile phone to play games.
Ever since Zhou Ying got into this phone, there has been a running program in his background called Happy Xiaoxiaole.
A child is still a child.
Xiao Li thought with emotion after manipulating his own character and killing his opponent to get a double kill.
He has already dried Xiaohuang for a day and played games for a day. Xiao Li is different from Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming is very busy every day, not only on weekdays, but even on weekends, Xu Mei uses various training courses to stop him. When it was full, and Xiao Li didn't even care if he didn't go to class, Xiao Li was happy to relax.
He was playing a game, and there was a lot of movement outside the door, which sounded like a cry from the master bedroom.
Xiao Li didn't lift his head, he didn't have any feelings or curiosity about this place at all, let alone Xu Mei - that weird taxi Xiao Li still hasn't forgotten, the reason why he didn't now because someone wanted to kill him And it is difficult to sit still because there is an 80% confidence that you can guess that the main messenger behind the scenes is Xu Mei.
He held revenge to some extent, and he should take it slow for Xu Mei's inability to be as straightforward as the attacker.
A gust of wind blew, the curtains fluttered with the night wind, and the doll obediently returned to the window.
After a meal, Xiao Li looked down at the settlement interface on the phone, mvp gave it to him again, and Shen Mizhi sent a message in the private chat box: "Come again?"
Xiao Li: "I won't come."
Shen Mizhi: "Okay. When are you going back to school?"
Xiao Li: "Not necessarily, it depends on your mood."
Shen Mizhi responded and went offline.
Xiao Li put down the phone and glanced at the small yellow book - the small book that was suppressed under the schoolbag looked very thin and small. It shook for a long time before, but it did not attract Xiao Li's attention, and now it has calmed down.
He walked over and lifted the schoolbag, and suddenly a piece of paper floated down from the air, which happened to float into the boy's palm.
To be precise, it was not a piece of paper, but an official invitation letter. On the back was engraved a family crest that Xiao Li did not know. It looked like a sword, surrounded by rose-like flowers, and the front Then wrote in smooth pen:
[Dear Detective, the appointment day is getting closer and closer, lest you forget, hereby remind you, please come to Tartaros Manor at 6 o'clock that night, waiting for your big drive.]
The signature is a string of fluent English names.
Tartaros Manor... It's not a very good name.
The thought of Xiao Li just jumped out, and in the next second, Xiao Li turned around for a while, and the scenery in front of him gradually changed—
It begins as a tree-lined path, surrounded by towering trees, obscuring the light from overhead. Further forward, the end of this trail is a strait, with a floating suspension cable as a wooden bridge, connecting the other end of the strait, and on the cliff at that end, stands a magnificent castle.
The waves at the bottom of the cliff kept beating against the cliff, making the sound of water splashes one after another.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ancient castle, and the fence around it was surrounded by thorny thorns. The surface of the ancient castle was covered with traces of time, which seemed ancient and mysterious.
At the gate of the fence, there are two stone sculptures squatting, they are two benevolent angels, with white wings, smiling faces, showing half of their teeth.
[The Tartaros Manor is an ancient manor belonging to the Nordic nobles. After years of baptism, I don’t know how many unknown truths have been buried. Guests who received the invitation letter, come to this secret appointment, maybe your wish can be fulfilled here, maybe your soul will be harvested here, all of which are under your choice.]
When Xiao Li opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the gate of the manor, and the sea breeze behind him made him almost unsteady.
There were a few people like him around, far less numerous than the orphanage, and they were looking at the buildings and other people in front of each other.
This time, the dungeon worlds were separated by such a short time.
The invitation letter was still in Xiao Li's hand, Xiao Huangben was floating in front of the boy, and the large sheet of paper on it said:
[Remaining safe time: three minutes.]
[This task: 1. Survive for seven days in Tartaros Manor; 2. Decipher the truth here, the above tasks can be completed as you choose, and you will be randomly sent back to the real world after completion.]
[Hidden tasks: 1. Don't ignore me; 2. Don't neglect me; 3. Kiss me, all the above tasks must be completed.]
Xiao Li put away the little yellow book, flipped through the invitation letter and read it for two seconds, and paused for two seconds on the words "Mr. Detective" on it - he is not a detective in reality, which means that in this In the copy... his role is a detective? It fits the pseudonym he uses.
This time there are not many people in reincarnation, so the remaining few people approached spontaneously, and each one looked thoughtful, not looking like a newcomer.
A brown-haired young man took the lead in picking up his invitation letter and smiled wryly at everyone: "Tartalos Manor, this is not a good name, I think we've won the lottery."
"What do you mean?" another woman asked, brushing the hair in front of her eyes.
"Tartalos means 'hell' in Greek mythology." The brown-haired young man looked like a gentle big brother, "A place named after this word, where there are ghosts, will be quite scary."
"You scare yourself if you haven't entered yet?" The uncle, who has been wrapping his arms around his chest since he arrived here, said disdainfully, "I don't believe it anymore. Even if I survived the 100-person copy, I would still be planted here?"
The young man put away his invitation letter: "I'm just worried, I hope that's not the case. There are few people here, I'm afraid it's a team copy, do we want to know each other? My name is Ye Lingshi."
"Ye Lingshi, the order of the order, the vision of the vision?!" A young man who had never spoken before exclaimed in surprise. He had obviously heard of this person's reputation, and he spoke with a bit of joy, "The Forum The one who ranked 98 in the last reincarnation?!"
Ye Lingshi smiled and said humbly: "I am indeed this name, and this ranking... It doesn't need to be taken seriously. We are just reincarnators. Once we encounter high-level ghosts, sometimes we can only rely on luck and struggle to survive."
Thighs!
"My name is Wu Tan, please take care of me." The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, and the other people also looked at this harmless young man with admiration.
Xiao Li only saw that forum ranking last night. He didn't expect to meet someone with a name on it so quickly. Although it is only ninety-eighth, it is still on the list.
Next, they exchanged names with each other, and almost as soon as the last person's introduction was finished, it was time for safety.
An old man with silver hair was standing beside the railing. All the hair of the old man was meticulously combed back with hair oil. He appeared silently, without any movement at all.
"Dear guests, good evening." The old man bowed slightly, moving slowly, but without the stiffness of ordinary ghosts, "I'm Ronnie, the housekeeper here, please come with me."
As he spoke, he opened the iron door of the manor, which was stained with rust and made an uncomfortable rubbing sound.
Ronnie led them into the old castle. After entering through the iron gate, the air here exudes an ancient smell, which is a combination of grass and rust.
They stopped in the hall on the first floor, and the housekeeper Ronnie pointed upstairs respectfully: "Dear guests, the clothes have been prepared for you, please go to the room to change clothes and then come down for dinner."
The old housekeeper led the crowd through their rooms. Every time they went to one person's room, one person was allowed to enter. He thought that this room was assigned well. In the end, Xiao Li was assigned to the middle of the third floor. He pushed open the door and went in. Saw the suit on the bed.
Xiao Li turned back and closed the door and walked over. The room was covered with a dark red carpet of velvet, and his feet were very soft. He took out the small yellow book, thought about it, and stuffed it under his clothes before taking off his clothes.
The back that belonged to the young man was exposed inch by inch as the clothes fell off, like a smooth beautiful jade. Soon, another set of completely different clothes covered this precious treasure, blocking all its brilliance.
It was a Western-style shirt, vest and cloak. The black vest outlined the thin body of a teenager. With a hat, Xiao Li felt like he was in the famous detective's home.
As soon as he got dressed, Xiao Huang came: [Why are you angry?]
[Because I said I wanted to kiss you?]
[This is normal, I like you, so I want to be close to you, and I don't need to be angry about it.]
It showed so much at once, and the conversation changed halfway, trying to lead to a new topic: [This dress is very beautiful, it suits you very well.]
[Of course, you look good in whatever you wear, and you look best without it.]
Xiao Li looked at its innocent appearance, but what he wanted to say was stuck again - he could hardly imagine that there would be such a lecher? Still so magnanimous and pure.
In the end, the teenager struggled for a while and wrote: "... I'm not angry because you want to kiss me, but because you're perverted."
right! If it weren't for a pervert, who would say this, and describe it in such detail, like writing a small yellow text? ! Still want to kiss him like this
Xiao Huangben is not ashamed, but also proud: [You can call me anything you want, but don't ignore me.]
Xiao Li suddenly became powerless, and there was a feeling that he was too lazy to care about it - it was just a small yellow book anyway, and it had no substance! Two sentences of being lustful is also... 2 sentences of lust!
He closed the book, adjusted his cuffs, and walked out of the room.
When Xiao Li went out, there were already a few people gathered in the hall, who were pestering the old housekeeper Ronnie and constantly asking. The first person to speak was Ye Lingshi, who changed into a suit and looked like a modern businessman. Elite: "Mr. Ronnie, dare to ask who the master here is...?"
He didn't dare to directly ask "the reason for inviting us here" or "what is the agreement", for fear of exposing himself to the eyelids of ghosts, so he could only try this roundabout way.
The old butler said with a cold face: "Your Excellency the Duke has his own affairs, please forgive me."
Ye Lingshi smiled and said, "There's nothing we can do in an emergency. We don't mind."
During their conversation, the rest of the people came out one after another. Except for Ye Lingshi's four people, there was a man and a woman who seemed to be a couple. The man was named He Wei and the woman was named He. Yun, whispering to each other, but not talking to the other four very much. Seeing this, the old butler stretched out his hand towards the other passage: "Everyone, please this way."
Everyone walked through the long passage inside the castle, and what was waiting for them was a beautiful long table, covered with a white tablecloth, on which were placed a variety of Western-style food, and there were two rows of candles in the middle. In the dark night of the castle, a bright light shone.
Ye Lingshi sat down, looked at the middle of the table and said with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there are no Indian villains in the middle."
The young man named Wu Tian sounded quite puzzled: "What's the meaning of the Indian villain?"
The previous woman, Xiao Li, remembered that her name was Feng Fengqing. At this time, she changed into a fitted European-style dress with white fur wrapped around her shoulders. Hearing this, she snorted, "No one survived."
It is a very famous novel in the Blizzard Mountains murder mode in reality. It tells the story of eight strangers who are invited to come to the island, sing a nursery rhyme on the gramophone, and there are ten porcelain statues on the dining table. Since then, people will die every day according to the way described in the nursery rhyme. Every time a person dies, there will be one less porcelain statue on the table, which is very similar to their current situation.
"The difference is that the opponents they face are themselves and humans," Ye Lingshi summed up deeply, "and what we are facing are ghosts and ghosts."
Ghosts are invincible.
The limit they can do is to block temporarily and then find a way to escape.
The young man's words struck the hearts of the people present. They were facing the dazzling dining table, but they couldn't eat, and they had no appetite.
After a brief silence, the unshaven uncle said impatiently: "What do you say? I don't like people like you who are alarmist when you open your mouth and close your mouth. Are you happy if you do this?"
His words were fierce and his hostility towards Ye Lingshi was serious.
The young man didn't mean to fight back, he just leaned back: "What Big Brother Qian said is that I didn't think carefully."
This time, the uncle surnamed Qian couldn't continue to have the seizure. He just made a nasal sound from his nose, lowered his head to look at the steak in his bowl, and complained, "It's dripping with blood, I don't know why some people like to eat this kind of thing, Disgusting."
Among the couple, He Wei took a piece of cake and put it on He Yun's plate: "Eat a little?"
He Yun shook her head and pushed the dinner plate away a little. She really had no appetite, especially when she entered a dungeon story. She didn't know whether she was alive or dead, so how could she have an appetite to eat
In the silence of raising the table, only Xiao Li calmly cut the steak in the bowl and handed it to his mouth, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
The appearance of the young man made others look at him a few more times. Fortunately, he was born good-looking. Even if other people were not used to him eating at this time, no one would stand up and criticize him. At most, it was like Ye Ling. Seeing this, he sighed, "Good appetite."
Under the leadership of Xiao Li, even though the rest of the people had a poor appetite, they still stuffed something into their mouths and ended the dinner hastily.
The old butler stood with his hands behind his back, with a respectful demeanor and no words. After everyone stopped eating, he neatly cleaned up the tableware and chopsticks without calling other servants to help—I don’t know if there was nothing else at all. servant.
Ye Lingshi was very interested in this old housekeeper, and kept talking and testing beside him, asking him how long he had been working here, and asking if he had any plans tonight—
The old butler answered one by one approachably, he has been working here for ten years, and invited them to move freely tonight.
After the old housekeeper Ronnie expressed his willingness to leave for a while, Ye Lingshi gently let him go, and tried to explore the entire castle with the others.
When Xiao Li touched his pocket and was about to go back to his room, he passed the corner of the second floor and saw a group of people gathered around there, looking at the portrait hanging at the end of the corridor.
It was an oil painting depicting the upper body of a beautiful woman with pale blond hair, eyes as blue as the sea, covering an upward smile. Those thick and colorful brushes and inks depicted her beauty.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side are tightly closed, isolating the sound of the waves on the coast, and the full moon on the horizon outlines the eyebrows of the beautiful woman in the oil painting.
Ye Lingshi stood at the front and stared at the beauty for a while: "This painting is a little... not right."
Feng Fengqing stared at the person in the painting quietly for a long time: "What's wrong?"
"Eyes..." Ye Lingshi took three steps back.
The people in this painting are very beautiful, and the tones of the painting are also extremely bright. Logically speaking, it should give people a bright feeling. However, at first glance, this painting is very gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer. shadow.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the woman in the oil painting's eyes that had been looking straight at him suddenly came to life, and glanced in a certain direction - when Ye Lingshi was shocked and looked carefully again, the oil painting had returned to its original state. .
Ye Lingshi turned his head and looked in the direction of the person in the painting. The black-haired boy stood there, the black cloak covered his body, and the cuffs exposed by the wrists were embroidered with dark red embroidery patterns. He seemed to feel When Ye Lingshi's line of sight was reached, the cold eyebrows and the brown-haired youth happened to meet.
Why does that painting look at him? Is it by chance? Or... is he the first victim to be targeted by the Specter
Ye Lingshi remembered his very special name, he pondered for a while, and asked the other party, "Sherlock, what do you think of this painting?"
Xiao Li stood in the same place from a distance and did not move, commenting: "It looks good, very good-looking."
Ye Lingshi: "... It's not about looks, I'm referring to the feeling of the whole painting."
Xiao Li changed the adjective: "very harmonious."
Ye Lingshi couldn't keep up with his thinking: "Huh?"
"It's a good match here." Xiao Li put his hands back in his pockets, his expression did not change, as if he didn't see Jinghong's glance from the person in the painting, and he didn't want to take the hint from Ye Lingshi's words.
Is this man's head missing a root? It looks so good but is a snake essence disease
This is the first opinion of the eldest son of the Ye family towards Xiao Li.
Ye Lingshi didn't say anything to the other party, but heard a piercing scream from a distance: "Ah! Come on, here... someone is dead here!"
Hearing the voice is the female among the couple.
The expressions of the people present changed suddenly, and they all ran towards the source of the sound.
The scream was at the door of the bedroom on the first floor. One of the doors was half open. The interior was decorated with the same decoration as the other rooms. At the door, a person fell on the ground, with his back facing upwards and the center of the back. With a dagger stuck in it, blood stained his clothes and dripped onto the carpet, adding another color to the dark carpet.
It was He Yun who screamed, and He Wei next to her supported her and blindfolded her. He Wei turned his head as if he couldn't bear to see the corpse, and said to the people who came in a hurry, "We are outside. After walking around for a while, I was about to go back to my room, and when I came back, I saw…”
Their room was next to the dead uncle.
The old housekeeper squeezed out of the crowd. He gasped at the scene in front of him, and squatted down to examine the uncle's wound carefully: "Doctor Feng, come take a look?"
As soon as he said these words, Feng Fengqing was obviously stunned - the word "doctor" was indeed written on her invitation letter, but she was not a doctor in reality, and it could even be said that she did not even understand a little medical skills. But the old housekeeper said so, and she couldn't refuse. She had to follow Ronnie's meaning, bent down and pretended to check it, and put her hand on the tip of the dead man's nose: "There is no help."
The old butler sighed in shock and sadness.
Feng Fengqing also felt sympathy. She didn't have a good impression of this uncle, but she felt a kind of sadness when she saw the reincarnation who came with him died so soon.
At this moment, Xiao Li suddenly stood up. He knelt on one knee beside the uncle, blocked the view of others with his body, and took away the hand of the deceased - there was a blocked invitation letter, the uncle The invited identity is "The Butcher".
After reading the line clearly, Xiao Li quietly stuffed the invitation back, turned back to the puzzled old housekeeper and said, "I'll see if there is any clues to the murderer."
Ronnie nodded when he heard the words: "With Mr. Detective here, there must be nowhere for the murderer to escape."
Ye Lingshi reacted immediately, he pushed the old housekeeper away in an instant, knelt on the ground, and said with a sad face: "I am a priest, I am here to pray for him."
Immediately afterwards, he put his hands on the uncle's body, checked it, and withdrew his hands and placed a cross on his chest: "May his soul rest in peace."
The old butler waited for them to finish their prayers, and then picked up the body. Before leaving, he said to the rest of the group, "I'm sorry that this happened, I will inform Your Excellency the Duke, and I hope everyone understands."
Ye Lingshi returned the salute: "No one expected such a thing to happen, we are waiting for the news of His Excellency the Duke."
Ronnie left with the corpse in his arms, and the remaining reincarnations stood at the door where the disciples left a pile of blood. Ye Lingshi took the lead and stepped into the uncle's room, rummaging in the back room.
"Did the ghost do it?" Wu Tan followed and asked in a low voice.
The uncle was just here. There were not many things in the room. There was nothing extra in the room. Only the clothes he had changed were worth searching. Ye Lingshi picked up the clothes of the uncle, reached into his pocket to search, A pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a Swiss Army knife were found.
The knife was not clean, and there were still bloodstains on the blade. It was obvious that the uncle was not innocent - but such a dangerous reincarnation still died silently.
Ye Lingshi muttered to himself: "I don't know what he did to trigger the dead end..."
Xiao Li's eyes swept over the knife, and left the uncle's room without saying anything.
He first went back to his room, sat at the table, and spread out Xiao Huangben—because when he saw the painting, Xiao Huangben turned on the vibration mode: [She is beautiful? do you like that?]
[But I'm better looking, do you want to see me?]
[Actually, I think you are the most beautiful, and I like everything you do. Like now, I'd love to see you under the cloak.]
Xiao Li was afraid that it would continue talking and the other party was going to drive again - the teenager defended himself: "That's a scene."
Xiao Huangben: [That means you don't think she is pretty?]
Xiao Li coaxed it: "It's not as good-looking as you."
Xiao Huang was satisfied.
Xiao Li raised his head and slammed into the mirror in front of the table at a glance - there is no desk here, only this kind of dresser, very much like a woman's room, with a mirror standing in front of the dresser, it looks a bit terrifying in the middle of the night when no one is there. .
The young man stared at his face in the mirror, looked at it silently for half a minute, didn't notice anything unusual, and looked away.
After the death of the first person, it is now close to midnight, and the full moon hanging high outside the window casts a desolate atmosphere on the castle.
Xiao Li originally planned to sleep, but after rolling for a while, he felt a little hungry again.
The steak for dinner felt full at the time, but after so long, he had already finished digesting it, and he wanted to get some pastries.
The second young master of the Xiao family used to stay up late to eat cakes when he was playing games so hard that he couldn't bear the hunger very much.
He hadn't taken off his clothes and went to bed, so he put on the cloak outside and walked out of his room.
The old castle in the middle of the night exudes a unique beauty.
Every stone here, every relief, is extremely delicate and solemn with a sense of history.
Xiao Li walked down the stairs covered with heavy carpets. He passed many doors, some of which were engraved with complicated patterns, dormant in the darkness.
He searched for a while, but couldn't find where the kitchen was. Xiao Li paused, and finally came to the place where he saw the painting before.
The beauty in the painting was still smiling brightly at him, like a bait from hell.
Xiao Li held up his mobile phone to illuminate, and looked at her for a moment. He heard his voice echoing in this world: "Where is the kitchen?"
Blonde: "… "
The smile of the beauty in the oil painting stiffened for a moment.
"Or, where can I eat?" Xiao Li added.
The blonde beauty restrained her smile. When she didn't smile, the tone of the whole painting was completely subverted. She even looked a little hideous - she didn't say anything, stood up gracefully, and walked out of the frame. .
When she walked out of the frame, she became a shadow on the wall. She was like a court lady, dragging the hem of her dress and passing by the wall.
The blonde beauty walked Xiao Li through the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a door near the top floor.
The door is engraved with the badge of the invitation, and the branches and leaves of roses are wrapped around the door like a spider web waiting for prey.
Xiao Li pushed open the door and found a studio inside.
The bright moonlight outside the window shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and illuminates the easel in the studio. There are brushes and oil paints on the table. There is a sofa in front of the easel, and a snack rack next to the sofa, on which is placed a plate of delicate snacks.
The blond woman walked over and took a seat on the sofa - she seemed to want to lie on it lazily, but she glanced at Xiao Li, changed her mind again, and sat on the sofa dignifiedly.
Xiao Li turned over the canvas in front of the easel. Without exception, there was a woman on it. This woman had blonde hair, but she had no face.
No facial features.
Xiao Li put down the canvas thoughtfully, and said to the woman sitting on the sofa, "You want me to paint you? In exchange for food?"
The other side nodded.
Xiao Li picked up the paintbrush hesitantly—he didn't learn much about drawing, and he didn't have any talent for it: "I'm not very good at drawing."
The smile on the beauty's face deepened, she didn't move, she just sat on the spot, and didn't mean to go back.
Xiao Li then dipped some golden ink with a pen, sprinkled color on the canvas, and started painting.
The young man draws very slowly. He holds a color palette in one hand and touches on it with a pen from time to time. He looks like an ink painting, and in front of him is a dignified beauty - this scene just looks at On the surface, it is actually a very beautiful scene.
It's just that when the eye is focused on that painting, the scene gets weird.
For those who haven't learned oil painting, it is really difficult to draw well, so this painting seems... vaguely able to identify where the head is from the color of the hair and eyes, that's all - this is still an implicit description.
Xiao Li hesitantly took the painting off the easel, handed it to the blond beauty, and took the plate of food by the way.
The oil painting beauty lowered her head, turned over the drawing paper in her hand, and was silent for a moment towards the face on it, then touched her own face with the other hand, as if wondering something—then she lost the With a smile on his face, he returned the painting to Xiao Li.
Xiao Li shrugged, he put the painting under his arm, held the dinner plate in his right hand, and left the studio.
The blonde beauty sat there and looked at his back. After Xiao Li disappeared, she turned her head abruptly and disappeared onto the wall.
On the other hand, Xiao Li in the corridor was holding the dinner plate in one hand and the painting in the other. He no longer had the hand to turn on his mobile phone for lighting, so he didn't turn on the flashlight and walked into the room directly by the moonlight outside the window.
When he walked down to the floor where he was, he bumped into a young man.
Although the young man had a smile on his face, the head around his neck kept patrolling back and forth, looking over there whenever there was a disturbance, obviously still a little afraid of the surrounding environment.
He held a candlestick in his hand, which was obviously more in line with the temperament of an ancient castle than a mobile phone.
The young man was Ye Lingshi. He thought of something in the middle of the night when he deduced the clues. He wanted to go to the room of the first deceased to have a look. In the dungeon world, it is extremely dangerous to go out late at night, even if he is a little underwhelmed. means, can not help but still tremble.
The faint candlelight elongated the shadow of the young man, and when he moved forward to a certain distance, there was another person's shadow on the wall...
Ye Lingshi was startled at first glance, his heartbeat almost stopped, and he felt a little better when he found the man standing there looking at him: "Mr. Sherlock, you... what are you doing standing here?!"
And no lighting!
Xiao Li raised the dinner plate at him: "Looking for something to eat."
Ye Lingshi: ? ?
Does anyone really go out to find something to eat in the haunted dungeon world
The young man's suspicious eyes circled around the dinner plate and focused on Xiao Li's other hand.
Seeing that he was very interested, Xiao Li said without waiting for him to ask, "I drew this picture by the way."
Ye Lingshi: "..."
—Wait, I should go out to paint this picture and then find something to eat, right? The primary and secondary relationship is wrong!
—Wait a second, why did you go out to paint in the middle of the night! This logic is wrong, Sherlock!